Class L.V. - Keep It Player

Yeah
Lookin like some pressure lil' mama, wassup
(Uh-huh, huh-uh)

Look
I see you all the time
Try to look away whenever I do
Cuz everybody know you fine
And we all see it different
So how would you define
Somebody you think is "fly?"
Maybe I look best in the latest fashion design
With a S Class for the ride
Kinda things that imply I got my cake up
Same way niggas think you look
Better with make up
T shirt on, panties no bra
I wanna see you when you wake up baby
Keep it real, I just wanna take care of you
Skin glowin, body right, natural hair-do
Wet with a grip, when I hit it, I be careful
Give you that look like, I ain't tryna share you
But if you go explore your options
I can't blame you
I'm in the streets too, ima real nigga
And you was always lowkey cute
But you got thiccer
Ya ex aint know what to do
So he out the picture now

Oh and every time she leaves
I'm in my mind wondering
When we'll link up again
I wanna explore your body
I'm sure others feel the same way
So I'm talkin to her and her friend
But I got a thing for you
I won't trip if you find someone new
Ima keep it player (lemme talk to 'em)

And every girl that comes around
Gravitates to the guys every other girl wants
Ass so fat you can see it from the front
When I seen it from behind
Said I need you in my life
Everybody on your body
That just made me fall back, uh
I just want what every nigga wants
That's a fact
But that doesn't mean
When we done in the sheets
That you gotta go
Shorty you could creep with the kid
Babygirl you already seen where I live
It get hot where I'm from
But AC's in the crib
And that peach lookin thicc
Lemme slap, get a grip
Hit me with the arch
Feel my heartbeat when I'm in
You see the sundress
You gotta wear it with a thong
Either that baby or pull up with nothin on
I know she gon pick and choose
Next day she'll be gone
But we turnt up
So we outside till the morning
Player

If someone else got at the girl
That you wanted, keep it player, real shit
(Keep it Playboy nigga)
You know that she gon pick n choose
It don't really matter who she came with
(She came in a Honda, left in a Benz)
You bought her outside in the summer
Tryna cuff, boy that game's dangerous
(Quickest way to lose your bitch, huh)
I know the game and how they play it
How you outside and you taken?
(Haaa)

Oh and every time she leaves
I'm in my mind wondering
When we'll link up again (shorty, I)
Wanna explore your body
I'm sure others feel the same way
So I'm talkin to her and her friend
But I got a thing for you
I won't trip if you find someone new
Ima keep it player (yeah)

Said ima keep it player, player (huh)
Yeah ima keep it player, player (whatchu gon do)
Ima keep it player, player (gangstas)
Gotta keep it player, player

Written by:
Michael Vaivao

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